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Yet Another Party

Party to conversation, party to experience. See what I did there? Of course you didn't. Or maybe you did. It doesn't matter either way does it? Because, the pleasure lies in the experience and not the description. That always struck me as rather odd. Because the description, or rather the action: narration or reading, are both experiences.

Enter valuation. Valuation. Value. Values. Odd aren't they? These words that are mere abstractions of one of the oldest experiences: prioritization. Oldest? Hmmm.... Rather odd isn't it? Let me explain:

The First Birth
The act of physically coming into existence. Droll isn't it?

The Second Birth: Awakening
You now realize that you are alive. Being alive NOW automatically means (not so automatically, if you get what I mean; *cough* Egyptians *cough*) that you'll be dead at some point in time. Note that I don't use point of time. Such a coarse expression isn't it? Point of time. As if Time could own or claim ownership of a single point! The sheer arrogance of human thought causes me to wonder if the knowledge of this arrogance and therefore the implied dissociation from it is arrogance itself. Recursion. Recursion is humanity.

Worm Ouroboros anyone? I'm sorry, but that seems awfully similar to recursion to me. Recursion. Let's not judge it. Let's not call it by its other form. its other name: regression.

But, cut to facts now, the Second Birth awakens one to the point of Awareness. But not...

Realization: The 3rd Birth
Notice the disparity in the formatting of the births? That was just to get your attention. Ha! I've got it haven't I? Or at least some semblance of attentiveness from the small fraction who've managed to be at the coincidence of the patience and the unique set of circumstances (that led to them valuing this particular contribution).

The 3rd Birth is when you Realize. That is, you understand something so deeply, its purpose of existence resonates within you to such extent that due to the very act of knowing, you are somehow changed.

Enough said. Go, think. Do come back and tell me, or not.


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